“Lucky you.” Awkwardly, Summer turned away. She didn’t know what else to say to this man. She’d invited him up on a whim, and now their conversation had wandered off into strange byways and things she hated showing to anyone, let alone a stranger. Picking up the cup again, she took it into the kitchen, for lack of anything better to do.
Vex shrugged his shoulders at the woman’s words. This arrangement had been … unexpected to begin with, and now the two had very little reason to be around one another, and even less things to talk about. He watched as she went into the kitchen, and then stood, speaking as she returned to the room. “Perhaps I should take my leave, Summer. I’d ‘ate to intrude on the rest of your evening.”
With a bitter little laugh she shrugged back. “There’s so little to intrude on. You’re probably the most exciting thing to happen to me in weeks. But I’m sure you’ve got things to return to, spoilt date or not.” Forcing a more natural smile, Summer came over and laid a hand on his arm. “Come and look me up sometime. Maybe I’ll drop by your club some night, too.”